Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Tanith (and Eztli) and Alistair… maybe more later >_>
When: Afternoon
Where: Mainly Ad Gustum

( No, I don't want to think about Treat. )

Who: Angeline and Alistair
Where: Ad Gustum Dungeons
When: Afternoon

Sunday was supposed to be a day for family, for the Lord, for self-contemplation. For Angeline of course that meant almost the complete opposite, which was why she found herself eager to visit her more permanent vampire pet almost as soon as she woke up. Other engagements stopped her from doing so until the afternoon, though, and then of course she had spent a good amount of time picking the perfect outfit as per the ritual. Before entering the place Alistair called home Angeline picked up her whip, the sting of the silver etched into it giving her inspiration if any was lacking. Inside the dungeon there was already a box filled with Angeline's rejected silver jewelry which she liked to put on Alistair and watch the patterns it marked into his skin.

Very slowly Angeline unlocked the door to Alistair's little slice of heaven, and a moment of insecurity took over as she wondered if she ought to be here without Tanith. The moment was fleeting, however, and since Angeline rarely lacked self-confidence she got over it very quickly. Of course she ought to be here, he was his to train on and this was her place (as well as her sister's, but that wasn't important right now). With her confidence fully restored Angeline walked fully into Alistair's dungeon, a pang of nervous excitement coursing through her body like electricity. She walked to the table where the jewelry box stood, placed the whip next to it and opened it, proceeding to display the many beautiful pieces of silver jewelry she had been given, right where Alistair could see them. She had seen deranged torturers display tongs and pincers, scissors and cleavers the same way she now displayed chokers and earrings, pendants and bracelets. Angeline made no effort to acknowledge Alistair's presence, preferring to let him watch instead of thinking this was a collaborative effort.

Who: Alistair and Tanith
When: Evening
Where: Ad Gustum dungeons
Note: Possibly/probably not considered worksafe.

The first time Alistair had ever seen his Mary she had been wearing blue. She had been so young and beautiful, and the color had really made her eyes pop. Later, when they were alone, Alistair had eventually taken to calling her 'Kitten' for the way she moved and the sounds she made. Tanith reminded Alistair of his young Mary so very much. It wasn't just the blonde hair and blue eyes, or her habit of wearing blue a lot. He had always felt there was something distinctively feline about her. Not her sounds, like Mary, but her actual appearance. Oh yes, it was easy to see why he had to have her.

When Alistair was alone -- which he was now the majority of the time -- he had taken to projecting and following people around. Mostly Tanith, but Angeline was a respectable second. For several days now, Alistair had found Tanith's behavior even more interesting than usual. She had taken to drinking herself to sleep in the evenings, and that terrible animal of hers had stopped following her around. It seemed as if Mistress Tanith was finally reaching her breaking point. Which was why, when Tanith's scent wafted into the dungeon, Alistair found he simply couldn't resist the urge to wind her up a little. He had been good so far, and he'd been in this small cell for longer than a month now. He was finally going to start to have some fun.

Standing, Alistair moved as close to the silver bars of his cell door as he could get without hurting himself. "Good evening, Mistress."

Who: Alistair and Derrick
When: Morning? (can change if not cool)
Where: Ad Gustum dungeons

This captivity had proven to be the most enlightening experience in so many ways. He was just over the six-week mark, and far as he could tell his supposed 'family' was not at all disturbed by his absence. He had been watching, of course. There was little else to do when he was not being visited by his mistress. In the hours that Tanith slept, he haunted her dreams. In her waking hours, he projected. Sometimes he simply followed her around, watching her daily activities. Sometimes he scoped the mansion. Sometimes he popped back in to the Azrael house he had been staying in, and no one ever seemed to question the loss. He had empathy, of course. He'd always known perfectly well he was skirting the line of discomfort with all of them. Now he knew just how little they truly cared for him. All to the better, then. When he staged his takeover, he would feel no pity when he torched the place to the ground.

He had taken to sitting in the center of his cell, his body a perfect stone effigy of the full-lotus position. This way when he left his body, anyone who happened to look in on him simply assumed he was meditating. And he was doing that sometimes. He'd picked up the practice sometime in the early 1900s after falling for a rather gorgeous import from Thailand. He had frequented her boarding house regularly. She had a pain tolerance that was truly par excellence. He'd regretted killing that one, and not only because he hadn't been finished with her yet. He was trying to remember what her name had been or if he'd ever even known it at all when the sound of footsteps brought him back into himself. Not Tanith or Angeline. He knew their sounds well.

Who: Angeline, Alistair, and Tanith
When: Late afternoon
Where: Ad Gustum - dungeons

Tanith was still not entirely over Domina's decision to let Alistair live, but she had made her thoughts on the situation quite clear and been bloodied up for her troubles. The marks were healed, and the anger moderately cooled. The way she saw it, Alistair was getting exactly what he wanted. A permanent slave in the Ad Gustum dungeons? That was probably exactly the attention he wanted.

She was determined to make sure this was no pleasure trip for him, however. She had forbidden any of the staff from entering his cell, and he had been in strict solitude for several days now. His cell was an empty cement room with not a single stick of furniture in it, and one of his ankles was shackled in the far corner. The iron contained trace amounts of silver in it - not enough to burn through his flesh, but enough to make sure he wouldn't fight it too much. The room was lit harshly by a bare fluorescent lightbulb (out of his reach, of course), and the only way of marking the time was the twice-daily bag of blood that got slid under his door. Of course, Tanith didn't know he was able to astral project or enter people's dreams. That would have greatly displeased her.

Today, she finally decided she had to suck it up and present him to Angeline. After making a brief trip to fetch her young boss, she led the little darling into the dungeons. Hopefully she would be pleased with her ridiculous new toy. Or she would hate him, and give Tanith permission to kill him. That would be lovely.